The Savannah tribune. [volume] (Savannah [Ga.]) 1876-1960, 1887-10-15


Alice"
As he flung open the door, violent
gust of wind blew the snow into their
faces.
ooh John" cried his wife. in uncon-
trollable agitation, don't go, l feel as
though something terrible were mcnac-
ing you. l cannot let you 20, cannotw
alice, he said, almost sternly, 81
never knew you to give way to this non
sense before Would you not despise me
were l selfshly to consult my own ease
when these poor unfortunates need my
aid Go in, that's good girl; nothing
is wrong but your nerves"
A hurried embrace and he was gone
Alice barred the door and returned TO
the sitting-room, summoning her hand
maiden for company, but Patty's pres
ence proved small comfort, for after the
most commendable endeayors to appear
wide awake, she tumbled ANONYMOUSLY
on the floor
''Never mind, Patty, it is near r.
time we were all asleep"
DR.. Stanley walked rapidly down to
the village, quickcning his step to a run
as he heard train whistle. "That
must be the 10. Is, he said. He reached
the station, painting just as the cars
dashed past him
Bound for Lorimer, Docg' said the
station agent with laugh ''You're
pretty badly left"
$50 it seems, )" painted the doctor,
''and there's not another tonight Do
you know anything of the accident
there's"
"No. Has there been an accident?"
the laugh dying out. It's too bad you
are left"
'Will you lend me your bay Jack
son? l can ride over there"
"With pleasure, doctor, but you don't
mean"
''Yes | do, said Stanley, Harvesting
up the powerful animal
"But, my God, doctor, there isn't
worse stretch from here to Denver A
mountain road, along precipices and
chasms. Why you are mad to think of
it, even if there weren't blizzard rag
ing. Don't do it, Dr. Stanley"
Nonsense, Jackson, this storm will
soon lift. Wish me a safe passage. |
Good night,
Stanley pursued his way for some time
with considerable rapidity until he gain
ed the opening between the peaks, when
he was obliged to proceed with extreme
caution. The darkness was oppressive;
the intensely fierce cold chilled his very
heart. the biting wind blew in terrible
gusts, which broke the snow into atoms |
so fine that breathing was rendered ex-
ceedingly difficult. Every particle
struck his face like a fine splinter At
length he halted, trembling anxiously
as he tried to shield the match while he
consulted his watch. But it was impos
sible to fan the feeble light and he re-
sumed his way muttering:-
81 have lost my way, should be at
Trueftt's now"
He knew that on each side were yawn-
ing chasms and clefts, but how near he
came to death, God alone knew. The
snow filed eyes and ears and
nose, and his cut and bleeding skin
caused him indescribable agony. The
wind had redoubled its violence. He
leaned forward and sought to shield
himself from its fury by clasping his
arms around the horses neck. At that
instant, the animal halted, trembling
from head to feet
my God, we are lostr' burst from
Stanley. He was benumbed with cold,
his breath came in gasps, and he felt
that unless he could urge his horse for
ward, he must succumb. He was just
making the attempt, when it flashed
upon him that the instinct Of the animal
was warning it against danger unknown
to the man.
He backed the horse cautiously, and
then dismounting began to walk back
ward and forward by the animals side,
while the fury Of the storm increased,
and his steps became weaker and more
uncertain, and the belief Il At death was
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